George and the others got out of the car, and while no one was looking, they slipped up to the window where the dummy in the green nylon dress was standing, and then went through the glass one by one. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

There weren't as many people in the waiting room as there were last time.

Perhaps because of the magic of the therapists, the patients were able to be discharged from the hospital quickly.

The blonde witch behind the interrogation desk laughed, "You're the third one I've seen today, the Spell Damage Section, the fifth floor!"

I went up to the fifth floor and came to the ward.

They found Mr. Weasley leaning on the bed with leftover chicken thigh set on his lap with a docile expression on his face.

George greeted Mr. Weasley.

"Good afternoon, Arthur, you look good. ”

"Thank you! ”

Mr. Weasley smiled, "I feel better after you removed the toxin for me. ”

Mrs. Weasley asked with concern, "How is the wound healing, and does it still hurt?" Arthur. ”

"Good, good. ”

Mr. Weasley's tone was a little overzealous, "You.... Oh.... Didn't you see Therapist Smeszek?"

"No," his wife was suspicious, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing, nothing. ”

Mr. Weasley said lightly, "Are you all having a good day? ”

Mrs. Weasley did not seem very pleased with his answer. As he leaned over to shake Harry's hand, she looked at the bandages in his pajamas.

"Arthur!"

Her voice was as shrill as the sound of a mousetrap, "You changed the bandages." Why did they change it a day earlier, Arthur, they said it would be changed tomorrow. ”

"Huh?"

Mr. Weasley seemed frightened and pulled the sheet above his chest, "No..... It's nothing.... This is..... I ....."

He seemed to be deflated by Mrs. Weasley's piercing gaze.

"Alas.... Don't be angry, Molly, Augustus Pai has an idea. You know, he's a trainee therapist, a lovely young man who loves to study this.... Muggle Complementary Medicine.... I mean, it's some old Muggle cure called stitches, Molly, it's right to.... Works well on Muggle wounds...."

Mrs. Weasley let out a terrifying sound that was somewhere between screaming and growling.

Lupin walked over to the werewolf's bed, where no one was looking, and was looking sadly at the group around Mr. Weasley.

Bill muttered that he was going to get a cup of tea, and Fred and Ron jumped up to go with him, grinning as they grinned.

You want to tell me,"

Mrs. Weasley spoke louder than word by word, not seeming to notice that everyone else was panicking, "Are you using Muggle therapy?"

"It's not a fool's errand, Molly, dear,"

Mr. Weasley pleaded, "Just..... It's just that Pai and I want to try..... They really worked, and I feel like I'm recovering faster. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I don't know if you understand this..... What's the deal with stitches?"

"Sounds like you're trying to sew your skin up," said Mrs. Weasley, sneering, "but, Arthur, you're not that stupid....."

"I also want a cup of tea. Harry jumped to his feet. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny almost rushed to the door with him.

As they closed the door, they heard Mrs. Weasley screaming, "What did you say?"

"Alright, Mrs. Weasley. ”

George reassured, "Stitches are a useful treatment that allows the wound to grow back together as quickly as possible. Arthur was in great shape today, don't worry too much. ”

"Yes. Mr. Weasley looked at George gratefully, and he said in a smirk manner, "I feel like I'm almost well." ”

Mrs. Weasley, as if she hadn't heard this, continued to complain, "Arthur, can't you just do what the healer asks, do you know how worrying it is. You can't be a little more safe, and you can't be a little more careful when you're in Diagon Alley....."

Listening to Mrs. Weasley's words, George immediately understood that Mrs. Weasley was angry and angry that had been building up for many days.

He immediately wisely left the room, leaving Mrs. Weasley to teach her husband a lesson.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny were standing at the top of the stairs and beckoned to George, "Mommy is angry, it's not that easy to get rid of, we're going to go get some tea." ”

"Okay, go to the sixth floor. ”

George remembers that the sign at the information desk said that the sixth floor was the tea room.

They walked through double doors and saw a rickety staircase with a hideous-looking portrait of a healer hanging on the wall.

As they climbed the stairs, the therapists yelled at them, diagnosing strange illnesses and coming up with terrible cures. Ron choked on his anger when a medieval wizard cried out that he apparently had a serious pox.

"What's that?" he asked angrily, and the healer chased Ron six frames, pushing the man aside.

"This is a scab on the skin, young master, and it will leave a scar, which will make you more unattractive than you are at present......."

"Who do you say you don't like?" said Ron's ears reddened.

"But take the liver of a toad and stick it to the throat, and stand naked in a bucket of eels when the sun and moon are bright......"

I don't have a pox!"

"But your face is flawed, young master....."

"That's freckles!" Ron furious, "go back to your own frame, don't pester me!"

He turned to the others who were trying to keep their faces strained.

"What floor is this?"

"I think it's the sixth floor. ”

Hermione seemed unsure, the therapists had confused her mind.

"No, it's the fifth floor,"

George said calmly, "There's another layer. ”

As they continued their way up the stairs, a voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Hi George, long time no see. And Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the good student who remembered all my hobbies, Hermione Granger. ”

Everyone turned around and saw a middle-aged man with golden curls, bright blue eyes, a bright smile, and white teeth.

"It's you,"

Hermione suddenly exclaimed, "Professor Lockhart!"

The former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher pushed the door open and walked out, dressed in a green robe.

"Hello!"

Professor Lockhart smiled brightly, showing his white shiny teeth, "I guess you want my autograph, don't you?"

"It hasn't changed much. ”

Harry whispered to Ginny, who smiled.

Lockhart heard Harry's muttering, and he replied enthusiastically, "Harry, you have to learn to be admired and valued, this is a must for every powerful wizard. ”

He blinked, "Disappointing our admirers, that's a wizard's greatest sin." ”

"You look good, Professor Lockhart. George said softly and said hello.